awesome or o.k.
Błażej Krukowski, and
having selected body parts to wear
i wake up to an existential pain
towards my day descending down the stairs
i wish give me three hearts six legs no brain
my carnal sacrifice demands relief
unheard unseen by stern celestial powers
i teach a little girl gives me a flower
i learn a big girl gives me grief
between transmissions head to toe
the surface tension shows a subtle twist
love's ancient character's last sign last stroke
that says to me surrender or resist
wishing to scale these twelve score shades of gray
i reconcile awesome with o.k.